birthed from the full-lipped oyster of dawn, bewildered. the horror! herald of ripened, swollen hearts i asked not for your gifts, i asked not for your affections; in this love you have ruined my body by giving it Life.
all around me is nothing but Death and now that is all that i am! a dying thing, a weak, fearful creature that only finds solace in full lungs. what selfishness you've turned me to! what monster!
i am not meant for contradictions, my skin wasn't smoothed to bear the weight of lying to oneself, all it takes is a silent breath and in that i have lied to my honor! horror! horror! take it back! undo what you have done!
you were never made to regret but you must learn, full of starblood you must pity. life is the maiden name of death; i can only walk slowly, now, because i am frightened. just as you must learn to regret, i must learn to fear.
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wildflowering
PoetryA selection of love letters, diary entries, prose, poetry and fragments of writing. "I find you where there might have once been a horizon, smudged between the esoteric press of lips and folding of hands; I find you in the immemorial gasp between b...
